February 2021
Bio Note: I resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales.
Three hundred stories and poems published so far, and six books. I work the other side of writing at Bewildering
Stories, where I sit on the review board and manage a posse of six review editors.
Downfall
Refrozen snow has an ugly look,
ill-used by the elements,
no longer true to itself,
a stained, icy lawn shroud
ambushing the unwary.
Insatiable
The shadowed corners
of my granted wishes
leach into my next desires.
Completeness exists
in birth and death
and maybe love,
but otherwise I find
a cavity in
every golden apple.
As She Lays
Granite on mud,
the sharp edges of
unknown memorial.
Tides of noisy toxic
kept past iron fencing
as tentacles of stale air
envelop a formal name,
her exotic phiz forgotten.
©2021 Ed Ahern
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